After Transmigrating into the Book, I Bent the Heroine O - Chapter 15

Inside Hotel Room 403.

“You are a complete and utter waste.”

“He Lingxing didn’t do those things, so why can’t you find leverage against her from somewhere else? Didn’t you say you hated her? Is this what you call hate?”

The voice in her head was like a maggot in her bones, echoing in her ears without pause. As Shu Minglan got out of the car, she pressed her hands hard against her temples, trying to escape that loathsome sound, but it was futile.

The voice clung to her like a ghost, lashing out at her whenever it pleased.

“Shu Minglan, you’ve truly disappointed me. After everything He Lingxing has done, you can actually forget it all? Now you’re shamelessly sucking up to her and playing best friends? Is it that painful for you not to be a ‘simp’? If you have this kind of time, you’d be better off simping for Murong Feng!”

Initially, Shu Minglan had been listening in silence, merely enduring the waves of nauseating, stinging pain in her mind. But when she heard that, her fists suddenly clenched tight.

“Who I choose to be friends with is my business. I will not be with him, and besides… He Lingxing hasn’t done anything illegal.”

A current of electricity radiated from her neural pathways, causing every limb in her body to feel immersed in a stinging ache. To an onlooker, however, she merely looked like she was sitting there resting.

Forcing herself to endure the agony, Shu Minglan spoke one word at a time:

“In the script I discovered, she truly wasn’t a good person. But the way she is now is completely different from before. Not only has she not treated me like she did in the script, but she has stepped in to help every single time. Take that manager, for instance—He Lingxing was the one who sent her to prison. Otherwise, who knows how long it would have taken for her to be punished?”

After her consciousness awakened, Shu Minglan had also harbored thoughts of revenge against that manager, but her power was insignificant compared to He Lingxing’s.

At that entertainment company, He Lingxing was, after all, the high-and-mighty CEO. If she wanted to deal with a manager, she only needed to find the evidence; for her, it was a task done with twice the effect for half the effort. Without He Lingxing’s help, it would have been much harder for Shu Minglan, as a mere artist, to bring down a manager.

“You really don’t know what’s good for you. Zzz… bzzzt…“

Following that, the entity in her mind simply stopped talking to her. Instead, it used the crude method of electric shocks to try and force Shu Minglan to submit.

The pain, which had started as a needle-like sting, eventually turned into a numbing sensation. Shu Minglan had become quite accustomed to the shocks; she was no longer in the state of suicidal agony she felt when she was first hit.

She simply closed her eyes. Regardless, this thing needed her to follow the plot, so it couldn’t kill her.

The pain that didn’t kill her was temporary, and it wouldn’t leave her crippled. Shu Minglan only felt her head throbbing harder and harder, as if ten thousand needles were stabbing into her nerves. Moments later, her legs felt a bit weak.

When the torture finally ended after an unknown amount of time, a dazed Shu Minglan touched her back; it was drenched in sweat, soaking her innermost clothes.

Shu Minglan swayed as she stood up from the lounge chair and poured a glass of sour plum soup to quench her thirst. She hadn’t forgotten the narrow escape she had at the company. “Once bitten, twice shy”—she only felt at ease after confirming the bottle’s seal was unbroken.

After the sweet and sour juice hit her stomach, the headache improved significantly. She took a quick shower in the bathroom and lay directly on the bed. She had more scenes to film tomorrow; she couldn’t afford to waste time like this.

While Shu Minglan was drifting into sleep, a tall, handsome young man wearing a mask walked through the small alley leading to the hotel. Perhaps because he had just finished work, Murong Feng’s eyes were full of exhaustion.

He let out a lazy yawn and strode forward, sticking to the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, completely failing to notice the woman following him. The young girl at the front desk, who had seen several celebrities in a single day, felt her face flush slightly upon seeing a heartthrob she usually only saw on television.

“Mr. Murong… it’s Room 403. If you need anything, you can call the front desk.”

Outside, a strong wind began to howl. A weary Murong Feng gave a soft response and, enduring his sleepiness, headed toward the elevator.